Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2800 | 2012-04-05 00:28:17 | 84.58 | 97% |
| 2752 | 2012-03-28 23:09:46 | 80.09 | 95% |
| 2331 | 2011-12-10 07:12:17 | 66.19 | 91% |
| 1890 | 2011-08-06 05:05:21 | 80.84 | 98% |
| 1811 | 2011-08-01 02:18:53 | 76.04 | 95% |
| 1020 | 2010-11-29 18:26:46 | 68.85 | |
| 865 | 2010-10-24 18:25:11 | 74.06 | |
| 293 | 2010-09-16 15:09:00 | 72.65 | |
| 80 | 2010-08-20 21:28:26 | 51.77 |